Disassociate

Es una canción muy fresca y relajante, con un ritmo funky guiado por un piano excepcional (José María Berdejo)y un saxo en estado de gracia (Maiker Rivero). La canta Ana López Lorente con una sensibilidad envidiable, ensalzando un texto que cuenta lo hermosas, pero también difíciles, que son las relaciones personales.
Para ver el video https://youtu.be/Qd4EkkmHrYY

QUISIERA

Quisiera encontrar el consuelo
amarrándome a tu cintura
quisiera alejar todo duelo
susurrándote con ternura.

Quisiera apagar este fuego (esta hoguera)
sumergiéndome en tu sollozo
quisiera dejar de estar ciego (ciega)
convirtiéndote en mi piloto.

Estribillo

Tu nombre se enreda en mis sueños
mis sueños perturban la noche
la noche me envuelve en desvelos
que tornan mis días en puro derroche.
Pero vuelvo a tu nombre, mi dueño
y, a pesar de mis sueños, ¡te quiero!.

---------

Quisiera apurar mi desvelo
acunándome en tu regazo
quisiera acabar con el miedo
estrechándote con mis brazos.

Estribillo

I'D LIKE

I would like to find consolation
tying me to your waist
I would like to remove all mourning
whispering to you tenderly

I would like to put out this fire (this bonfire)
immersing myself in your sob
I would like to stop being blind (blind)
becoming my pilot.

Chorus

Your name gets tangled in my dreams
my dreams disturb the night
the night wraps me in sleeplessness
that turn my days into pure waste.
But I return to your name, my owner
And despite my dreams, I love you!

---------

I would like to speed up my sleeplessness
cradling me in your lap
I would like to end the fear
holding you in my arms.

Chorus

Quisiera

QUISIERA (Feat. Ana López Lorente)

This song comes from a place of heartbreak, not hate. It’s me speaking as someone who still loves this country deeply, even with all the damage that’s been done. My grandfather was actually a big fan of Trump back in the day—long before he ever ran for office. I remember him watching that old Oprah interview where Trump said he might run someday, and my granddad said he thought he’d make a good President. If he were alive now, I know he’d be heartbroken and appalled to see what Trump has done to our country—to our people, our values, our sense of decency. This song is like a letter I wish I could read to him, and maybe to America itself. It’s slow, dark, and honest—part protest, part mourning. It’s about loving your country enough to call out the ones destroying it, even when it hurts to say the words: I never knew you.


LYRICS: 

[Intro]
This isn’t hate.
This is heartbreak.
The kind that burns slow.
The kind that makes you write a letter you’ll never send. 

[Verse 1]
I'm still glad to be an American
Even with the mess we're in
But I'm writing you to say you suck
'Cause you're just a nasty fuck 

[Verse 2]
It don't matter what your policy is
You're tearing down what we've always been
If I could see my granddaddy now
I wonder what he'd say to him 

[Pre-Chorus]
I can hear him now—
Voice cracking through the years—
Saying the words I never wanted to believe. 

[Chorus]
“I never knew you
I'm ashamed to have ever shook your hand”
You can't claim to be a patriot
While you're burnin' down this sacred land
This hateful letter's to you
I'm just speakin' the truth
I'm just speakin' the truth
We never knew you 

[Verse 3]
I don't care how much you paid in taxes
It ain't about what you owe
What you're takin' from us
Is worth a whole hell of a lot more 

[Verse 4]
And now you got folks hatin' on each other
We're more divided than we've ever been
It's time to pack up and go back to Mar-a-Lago
Or maybe we can build a wall around it 

[Final Chorus] 

I can hear 'em now,
“I never knew you
I'm ashamed to have ever shook your hand”
You can't claim to be a patriot
While you're burnin' down this sacred land
This hateful letter's to you
I'm just speakin' the truth
I'm just speakin' the truth
We never knew you 

Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh 

[Outro]
Maybe someday…
We’ll find our way back home.
But not like this.
Not like this. 

Not like this.

Letter to President Trump

For anyone who is in turmoil in a relationship.  My tribute to Coldplay's beautiful tune with the help of one of my fingerstyle-guitar inspirations, James Bartholomew.  I hope you enjoy my vocal arrangement on this one.

A Rush of Blood to the Head

Clocks

Clocks - Coldplay Cover (ft. J. Bartholomew)

im retten verloren

opal

A haunting journey into the shadows with "Their Dark Secret" by The Dark Messiahs.

This track is an atmospheric blend of Doom Jazz and Dark Jazz Noir, characterized by its intense mood and minimalist arrangement. Featuring sparse percussion from Sticks Thompson and resonant, brooding bass work by Wilt Flowers, the rhythm section lays a hypnotic, deep foundation.

Sonny Rhodes' melancholic piano weaves a spectral melody above the dark soundscape, occasionally punctuated by the chilling, soulful contributions of Guy Stansfield on clarinet and Blue Six on muted trumpet.

Perfect for late-night listening, film noir enthusiasts, or fans of deeply atmospheric, instrumental music that pushes genre boundaries.

That sounds like a fascinating track! A blend of doom and jazz is very unique. To create a robust, keyword-rich set for SoundCloud and help boost your traffic, I'll focus on leveraging the distinct elements of the music.

Here is a full, keyword-rich metadata set for your track:

🎶 Track Metadata for SoundCloud
Title
The Dark Messiahs - Their Dark Secret (Doom Jazz Noir)

Description
A haunting journey into the shadows with "Their Dark Secret" by The Dark Messiahs.

This track is an atmospheric blend of Doom Jazz and Dark Jazz Noir, characterized by its intense mood and minimalist arrangement. Featuring sparse percussion from Sticks Thompson and resonant, brooding bass work by Wilt Flowers, the rhythm section lays a hypnotic, deep foundation.

Sonny Rhodes' melancholic piano weaves a spectral melody above the dark soundscape, occasionally punctuated by the chilling, soulful contributions of Guy Stansfield on clarinet and Blue Six on muted trumpet.

Perfect for late-night listening, film noir enthusiasts, or fans of deeply atmospheric, instrumental music that pushes genre boundaries.

The Dark Messiahs are:

Sticks Thompson - Drums
Guy Stansfield - Clarinet
Blue Six - Trumpet
Wilt Flowers - Bass
Sonny Rhodes - Piano

For Fans Of (Similar Artists/Styles)
Bohren & der Club of Gore
Dale Cooper Quartet & the Dictaphones
The Kilimanjaro Darkjazz Ensemble
Angelo Badalamenti (Twin Peaks Soundtrack)
Jazz Noir / Dark Ambient
Cinematic Post-Rock

#DoomJazz
#DarkJazz
#JazzNoir
#TheDarkMessiahs
#TheirDarkSecret
#NewMusic
#Atmospheric
#ExperimentalJazz
#Soundtrack
#MutedTrumpet

The Dark Messiahs - Their Dark Secret (Doom Jazz Noir)

This is my idea of a Christmas song :) Love it or hate it. I wish you all a wonderful real Christmas!

XMAS?

There Can Be Only One (The Eternal King Edition)

All parts by Robert Grigg
Drums By Yamaha Keyboard

One Morning

That feeling when you're sure the only way you'll advance is to do worse.

Lyrics:

What's your superpower
Hindsight
That's not going to help us
Yes, i see that now

In theory, there is no difference
between theory and practice,
but in practice there is.

Practicing utterances to exhaustion takes its toll
But failing upward is my laudable goal

I'd felt myself coming down with something viral
Making it harder to draw up full
Thanks for interrupting my little insecurity spiral
By showing me something awful

One useful tidbit of info
That will assist you on your journey today
Is that federal agents 
Are incapable of simulating
Regular taste in anime

They may be better 
Than the ones across the pond
But they aren't the best and brightest
By any appreciable measure
Their idea of a national treasure is
A hot skinny bottle blonde
In skimpy athleisure

I wasn't really at my best, you see
I had to steel myself 
For this ordeal mentally
But procrastination is a dish
That is best served eventually

She said as the light caught the glisten of her whip,
Everyone wants a little frisson in a relationship,
The marks will sting with a little peroxide buffering
Life isn't easy
But at least it's full of suffering

She proceeded to prate
It takes only one smart cow 
To open the latch of the gate
And I wondered if this was anecdotal
Judging just generally from how much she ate

She said i don't really mean to be a lout
Or any kind of major slouch
With a strange superstition
But a Psycho female acquaintance
Outwardly high maintenance 
Once hid a beige bra under my couch
I felt unsexy for weeks 
Until I moved the furniture 
And located the problem
This must be that intrasexual competition
I keep hearing about
What possesses these sort of freaks
She went on and listed some other crimes
And a day later her brother said 
The fuck is even mauve
And i said it's a decade in the before times

Let me tell you miss kinkybuns
Fate loves irony, but hates hypocrisy
The latest news in this our tottering democracy
Is apparently sacrifice 
On the altar of self-reliance
When the artificial meritocracy
Of Excel spreadsheets
Is propped up by men with guns
Protecting you from 
The natural meritocracy of extreme violence

My impatience had me about to scream
But let me tell you something, ace
She continued with a frown
Don't chase your dreams
Remember humans are persistence hunters
Follow your dreams at a sustainable pace
Until they get tired and lie down

I was reflecting 
As i was drinking
Not very good alcoholic swill
That my buddy lost his leg
Back at the battle of
Attraction to teenagers hill

I said before we kissed
Life is too short 
To waste time on grievance collecting
It's hardly what i would call self-respecting
If I got my knickers in a twist
Every time some retard 
Called some other retard a spaz
I'd be a retard myself
And certainly not accomplish much jazz

Failing Upward

A therapeutic journey into a mix of jazz, classical, and a blend of types of electronica.  And a wry, gradual observation that promotion tends to only go as far as you push it.  At least I make my fellow musicians laugh a little.

Failing Upward

Doug Stoothoff